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... ore him. Its oily fur rippled like liquid obsidian, and its smoky mane lashed the air in slow, writhing motions. It paced around him in a slow circle, eyes gleaming with hunger—but more than that, with understanding.
It knew him.
It felt his fear, his strategy, his hesitation.
But Lucy had a new strategy now.
Emotional whiplash.
He smiled, cocky and arrogant—projecting confidence. The wolf’s muscles coiled, sensing a preemptive strike.
Then he stag ...
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